of cocoa would be very welcome. Sorry about the Serg and the others, I think theyâve had a drop too much. Iâll sort them out later, but I thought you would want to know that I believe the man youâre looking for is named Roger LeClarc.â
The captain stopped mid-pour. âCould you tell me why you think itâs him?â
âWell, itâs pretty hush-hush but, basically, weâve had him under surveillance for the past week or two. He was on the ship but disappeared just about the time this guy went overboard. Iâve looked everywhere and canât find him.â
âIs he dangerous?â enquired the captain, getting the wrong end of the stick.
âOh, no ⦠Heâs not in trouble ⦠Well, maybe he is,â Bliss added reflectively. âBut heâs not wantedânot by us anyway.â He paused, sensing the confusion on the captainâs face. âSorry, I canât really tell you more at the moment, but with your permission Iâd like to make some enquiries, see if I can find out what happened, that sort of thing.â
âWell, Iâd appreciate your assistance to be honest. Huh ⦠I didnât catch your name?â
âBliss, Sir. Detective Inspector David Bliss. Serious Crime Squad.â
His warrant card, produced from a black leather pouch, was brushed aside. âFine, you go ahead. Oh, youâd probably like to start with the guy who saw him go over. Iâd appreciate your opinion to be honest. He seems a bit vague.â
The chief officer led D.I. Bliss to the Officerâs ward-room and found Nosmo King cleaning the gaps in his teeth with a fingernail.
âMr. King tells me he used to be a policeman. Isnât that right, Sir?â said the officer with a condescending tone, leaving King squirming as uncomfortably as a patient with dirty underwear in a doctorâs waiting room, and wishing heâd found some other way to stop the shipâsabotage perhaps? He started to rise, but Bliss waved him down. âWhat force?â
âThames Valley, but only for awhileâOxford.â
Bliss pulled up a chair and reminisced, âI did a course once with a bloke from Oxford â¦â then cut himself short. âTell me what happened, what you saw, Sir,â he said, the policeman in him taking command.
Kingâs account, now well practised, omitted only one detail; his meeting with Motsom in the bar following Rogerâs disappearance, before the fiasco with the life raft and his brush with catering assistant Jacobs.
âSo where were you before you went on deck?â asked Bliss, unaware of the timing of events, recognizing King as one of the men in the bar.
âJust wandering around really. Here and there, you know.â
âIn the bar?â asked Bliss, his tone offering no clue as to the correct response.
âNo,â he shot back, much too quickly, much too aggressively. Instantly regretting the boldness of his statement, he tried to soften the punch. âI donât think so ⦠I donât think I was in the bar ⦠but,â he added, covering all his bases, âI suppose I might have popped in at sometime.â
Bliss, confounded, couldnât fathom a reason for Kingâs wavering, or why he would lieâunless it
had
been a loverâs tiff and King was embarrassed. âFunny,â he said, âI couldâve sworn I saw you in there with another bloke.â
Perspiration reappeared on Kingâs upper lip, his mouth dried, and his legs crossed themselves without any conscious thought on his part. âYou ⦠you must be mistaken,â he choked, but as he said it, his right hand flew toward his mouth, attempting to gag the lie. Realising what was happening, King consciously diverted his hand, giving his ear an unnecessary tweak.
Gotcha! thought Bliss, recognizing the tell-tale gestures of a liar, and pressed his advantage, asking again about